The pride of a woman lies in her beauty
And of a man in his strength
That of a fool lies in his words
And a meticulous man in his actions
Pride creates an imaginary throne
Were only the fool will rule forever
Forgetting in reality he perish with hate
For hidden in pride forever is hate
Pride itself is a very fruitful seed
Bearing itself from affluence and wealth
The biggest form of foolishness is empty pride
Lustful Pride with no trace
Pride in any form will lead you to death
Death, where there is still breath
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